Taekwoon thought that his father was joking when he said that he’d hire a bodyguard or two for him. But when he went to the dining room for a breakfast that morning, still somewhat groggy from lack of sleep, he was proven wrong. There was an unfamiliar face joining his family in the room, although he wasn’t sitting at the table with the rest of his family. The unknown man stood straight behind Taekwoon’s father, flashing a thin smile and a small nod as Taekwoon walked towards the table.

“Taekwoon, meet your new bodyguard, Ravi. Ravi, this is my son, Taekwoon.”

His father already answered his question before he even raised it, and Taekwoon only stared at Ravi with blank expression. He didn’t expect that his father would be so quick in finalizing his decision. But then again, he was always like that, so it shouldn’t be a surprise.

“It’s a pleasure to meet you, Young Master,” greeted Ravi. His voice was deep and raspy, a good fit for his masculine look. Taekwoon only nodded in reply, not really interested in having a bodyguard anyway. He thought that maybe if he acted cold towards that bodyguard, he’d quit faster.

“Look at him not even bothering to greet you back,” said his father to Ravi. Ravi grinned widely and told him that it’s okay, looking like a schoolboy rather than a bodyguard, and it made Taekwoon frowned. It’s only their first meeting and Taekwoon already had mountain of doubts towards Ravi.

He felt glad when Ravi himself decided to wait outside the room instead of lingering there for the rest of breakfast. He ate in silence, pretending to listen to his father’s speech for that morning. Politics never really interested him, and thankfully his father thought that his eldest sister was much a better candidate to take over his position in the future.

With his breakfast quickly cleaned up, Taekwoon excused himself since he had a morning schedule. He placed a quick kiss on his mother’s forehead before heading out. Ravi was still nowhere to be seen, and he thought that his father had hired one really sloppy bodyguard. But when he entered the car, he nearly jumped at Ravi’s casual greeting. Apparently the bodyguard was already in the front passenger seat.

The whole ride to the photo studio was silent. Taekwoon opted to listening to the music from his phone, while Ravi silently glanced around from the window like a tourist. Taekwoon couldn’t help but roll his eyes at the sight, adding more to the list why Ravi shouldn’t be his bodyguard.

Taekwoon’s manager was already in the location when they arrived. The art director gave Taekwoon some brief before sending him to the hair and makeup section. She then turned her attention to Ravi, who beamed at her and offered his hand as he introduced himself.

“My name’s Ravi. Mr. Jung assigned me to take care of his son’s safety,” said Ravi. That was all Taekwoon saw and heard before he got into the other room.

When he emerged again, ready for the shoot, he saw Ravi had already chatted up and laughing with the other crews, blending in as if he worked there as a staff too. Taekwoon shook his head in dissatisfaction as he walked into the set, determined to get his job done as quickly as possible.

The photoshoot was wrapped up with minimum struggle. Taekwoon disappeared into the changing room once again to clean up his make up and changed back into his casual attire. He looked around for his manager, wanting to reconfirm his next schedule, but he seemed to be in the middle of discussion with the art director.

“Need something?” asked Ravi, who popped out suddenly. Taekwoon jolted a little, and he’s glad that at least he didn’t let out any weird sounds.

“None that you can help,” murmured Taekwoon coldly as he eyed at his manager, glaring in hope that he would notice.

“Your next shot is for the jeans ad, ten minutes ride from here, but it’s still one hour from now. If you want, we can have small break at the cafe around the corner. A table is already reserved, just in case it’ll be crowded,” explained Ravi as he checked on his watch. Taekwoon turned towards him with a frown, not expecting him to learn his schedule and habit already. Still, he said nothing and continued to glare at his manager. Ravi didn’t seem to mind about his lack of reaction, only coughing loudly once to get Taekwoon’s manager turned towards them.

Taekwoon decided to take the coffee break offer, slipping on his sunglasses and mask to cover his face. Usually he would ask his manager to walk by his side, but he said that he still had some stuffs to take care of, so Taekwoon walked with Ravi instead. He was glad that the walk was short, since he was still feeling uncomfortable walking around with someone he didn’t know. When they arrived, Ravi told the employee about his reservation and told Taekwoon to go have a seat. Taekwoon wanted to protest, since he wanted to order his own coffee, but Ravi smiled knowingly at him.

“Vanilla latte, with a shot of caramel sauce, and one pack of sugar, right?” asked Ravi. Taekwoon was about to say that he wanted something else, but he took a glance at the menu and sighed in defeat. He’s not really up to trying something different just yet.

“Brown sugar, not the regular one,” said Taekwoon before he turned to follow an employee to his reserved seat. The position was pretty much hidden from the public, but he still could see the cashier counter from his seat. Taekwoon only sighed and pulled out his phone, playing music until he saw someone sitting across him with two cups in hand. At first Taekwoon thought it was Ravi, but apparently it was his manager.

“Where’s Ravi?” he asked as he lowered his mask to take a sip of his coffee.

“He said he forgot his jacket at the studio, so he’s running to get it,” he explained. Taekwoon rolled his eyes, slowly sipping his coffee. At least he didn’t forget how Taekwoon liked his coffee.

His cup was already half empty when Ravi returned, hair messed up a little, jacket on and an iced coffee in his hand. Taekwoon noticed that there was a particularly large coffee stain on Ravi’s shirt under his jacket.

“Got your jacket?” asked the manager, although the answer was obvious. Ravi chuckled and cocked his neck, looking somewhat relieved.

“I’m lucky that they still keep it and not throwing it out already. I like this one very much,” replied Ravi. Taekwoon snorted into his coffee, mentally writing down yet another reason why Ravi wasn’t fit to be his bodyguard.

“We should get going. Although the street is relatively empty, we can’t take any risks of being late,” said the manager. Ravi frowned at the statement.

“I thought we still have half an hour—ah, damn, I didn’t realize it’s dead.” Ravi shrugged his sleeve a little to check on his watch, but he covered it back almost instantly after seeing that it’s no longer ticking. Taekwoon rolled his eyes again, thankful that at least his sunglasses were still on so it should be unnoticed. He drained his cup in one go, putting it back to the table before following his manager into the car.

Ravi was still holding the iced coffee as he got into the car, even until they reached the destination. He didn’t seem to be drinking it, and Taekwoon wondered if it’s because he actually disliked it. Whatever the reason was, Taekwoon told himself that it’s none of his business anyway.

Just like in the previous studio, Ravi introduced himself as Taekwoon’s bodyguard, then proceeded to chat with the entire crew as if he really belonged there as part of the team. Taekwoon even noticed Ravi helping them moving some stuffs, and he couldn’t help but shook his head disapprovingly at the scene.

When the shoot was wrapped up, Ravi had somewhat exchanged his shirt with a gimmick tee of the jeans’ brand, and his right wrist and palm were bandaged. Taekwoon frowned at the change of attire, and it must be obvious that he was judging Ravi really hard because the man grinned sheepishly.

“They gave me this since I’m sweating too much helping them around. I also think I sprained my wrist,” explained Ravi before Taekwoon even raised a question. Taekwoon exhaled loudly.

“Aren’t you supposed to be my bodyguard?” asked Taekwoon with irritated tone. Ravi was smiling warmly at him, and Taekwoon only got even more irritated with that.

“I’m still prioritizing your safety above everything,” replied Ravi firmly.

“Whatever…” mumbled Taekwoon, putting on his sunglasses again as they walked to the car to the next studio.

It only had been two weeks but Taekwoon’s list was already full with what sort of things he disliked from Ravi. Sure, Ravi was quick to learn about his preferences and schedules, but he was also a gigantic goofball that managed to make small mistakes almost every time. None of it affected Taekwoon’s schedule or anything, thankfully, but he looked more and more like a total klutz instead of a capable bodyguard.

Plus, aside from his first day of work, he never seemed to wear those crisp white shirt anymore. Although nothing he wore was hideous, it was still way too casual. Taekwoon wondered if he watched too much movies that showed muscular bodyguards with crisp black and white suits, with serious face and stiff postures. But then again, although Ravi did dress up in suits on his first day, he didn’t look like those bodyguards in movies anyway.

Despite Taekwoon’s clear dislike towards Ravi, his manager and the other production crews he worked with seemed to like him. Hongbin, in particular, even joked to Ravi about wanting him to model for him once or twice, in which Ravi answered with laughter, “Maybe later, after I got fired from my company.” Taekwoon clicked his tongue in dissatisfaction, knowing that Hongbin wasn’t the type to joke around about being his model. The photographer had such high standard Taekwoon himself had difficulty to fulfill sometimes.

There was also Hakyeon, the famous makeup artist whose work was like magic, being spotted to talk and laugh a lot with Ravi. They had just met on set, but when the shoot was wrapped up, they seemed as if they had known each other for ages.

“Bye, Woonie, Ravi! Let’s meet at the next shot!” said Hakyeon as he waved at both of them. Taekwoon waved back, and he saw how Ravi seemed to be more enthusiastic than himself.

“Hakyeon didn’t say anything weird, did he?” asked Taekwoon as he let Rav